Judge — September 15, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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mittee mounted to the ring with « telegram in his hand. und gentlemen,” he said, “Tam sorry. to that Belmer, the promised mist of “Pug? Purdy, who is here waiting, has not appeared. He was speeding this way in his auto and had a collision, He is now, as this dis- patch says, on his way to a hospital in the city.” There were murmurs of appointment. “But,” the chairman, “the to the bout is here, to box manly dies say dis- continued other party and he off in an exhibition of the art with any three of our club members, o1 fter another, f they will volunt We have some very clever young boxers in e club, and no doubt he can be accommodated.” ‘Pee was a moment's diver- sion of interest. “Pug” Purdy red down an aisle from ing-rooms in a flaming ollowed by his trainer, the cd-nosed man, and they had climbed into the ring and taken a corner, “Pug” looked about with a smile until his eyes took in the Gilling box, when a frown replaced the smile, Harry had been whispering Miss Gilling, and she tugging g his coat gently in expostulation, chairman had asked for volunteers. “TL hope,” continued the chairman, holding up his hand for attention, “that Mr. Harry Gates may be the first volunteer. IT shall be pleased to be,” rising and bowing. as the audience ap- plauded, and after a word with Mr. Gilling he left the box and hurried toward the doors ling to dressing-rooms. “Pug” looked after him with a sneer, apparently realizing slowly what was on the carpet. Two or three other young men followed Harry. sre was but a short had swa the d. robe, croo! since the said Harry, interval, but it was a noisy one for such an audience, Admiring By-sitter—Gee, Pete, money ain’t nuttin’ t’ de champ, is it? Young America—Dare ya t’ knock de chip off my shoulder! “Not unless I get fifty per cent. before Harry reappeared. He modestly-colored robe, and climbing into the ring took a corner. The chairman then formally introduced the contestants, and hurried through instructions to them, They discarded their robes and met in the center of the ring to shake hands. This formality was unusually perfunctory. The men about the weight, but there was a striking difference between them in appearance. “Pug” evidently had not been in rigid training. His skin was not clear, and althou muscular, he looked flabby. Harry was a picture of ath! outh. His skin had the slfeen of satin {his symmetrical mus- wore it seemed same a $5,000 wallop like dat t’ a pore panhandler! u of the pictures! “Tm goin? to beat you to a pulp!” “had said to Harry in an undertone ir hands separated, “Thanks! Same responded, ‘The chairman inkling of what had been said and shook his hea But he, like the audience— and like any audience gathered for such an event—was cager for and a knockout. Friendship ends at the ring- as well as in the ring. he contestants began to mancuver for advantag: contempt for Harry was apparent in every movement, and his face mirrored hate. Harry smiled, but there was no mirth in his expression. to you!” Harry had had some Continued on page T’ tink o’ him handin’ comicbooks.com